구치 매인(Gucci Mane)(본명:Radric Davis 출생:1980년 ~ )는 미국의 랩퍼이다.또한 힙합레이블인 'So Icey Entertainment'의 사장이다.
2005년 'Trap House'으로 데뷔했으며, 영 지지가 참여한 싱글 'Icy'로 성공적인 데뷔를 했다. 2007년에 발매한 'Back to the Trap House'는 첫주에만 3만2천장이 팔렸으며,싱글인 'Freaky Gurl'로 빌보드 랩차트에서 12위를 했다.또한 2009년에는 믹스테잎인 'Writing on Da Wall'과 'Guccitendo'을 발메했고, 워너 뮤직 그룹에 픽업됬다. .... ....
Said we waling on ice With our wrist like BRRR! And our chain like AYE! And our diamonds like OKAY! And our cars be super fast And we smokin up that ganz Twista, Juiceman, Gucci man we get that cash
REPEAT CHORUS
*TWISTA*
Now when I spit it for the niggas and the bitches, I be coming with a flow and it be so bizarre Kick ass like Bruce Lee Cause I've got diamonds like - Woo taa! And the cush is like - Woo taa! And the cars is like - woooooo! My sound effects make um' say YOU'S A MUTHA FUCKIN FOOL
You can tell from the streets, I got love from and I'm fresh, And you can't take it, You can tell from the neck, I'm plugged yes I'M IN THE MATRIX
OJ and GUCCI, tell me who that nigga right there that been seen wit' ya, Named after the car, so call me PEARL-TANGERINE-TWISTA,
If she is my chiba Then she is my fiance, My Nina's a Diva, So I call her Beyonce My chain got me leaning, so I call it a Bombay, My watch is conceited, so I call it a KANYE!
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*GUCCI MANE*
I'm smokin' on that Ganja like a Rasta, Jewelry sIck my Jeweler need a doctor, Your not my type of hype Girl you look like MUNSTA!
Head game lame Gucci man a flunk ya, Candy ice game, thuggin' since a yungsta, Candy watch game, watch like Willy Wonka, Don't make me tell my nigga Woo (Woo da kid) to trunk ya, A wakaflaka flames to DOUBLE-PUMP YA
COMMA, COMMA, COMMA, Boy go win ya BANKS up! Me and Juiceman, let's go buy some more stuff! Fuck a broad man, we down to put the house up! Put your hood up, THEN STEP YOUR GAME UP!
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*OJ THE JUICEMAN*
Alaska and Atlanta, Fo rings shawty Three chains swang,D-U-B's on my charger Yes im a STUNTER,and im doing NUMBERS! Right Wrist NASTY, left wrist DUMBER! I spunt (spent) the whole hunderd (hundred) on a neckless and a Hummer! Ballin' like a Nba Star wit dem commas, Chain like Karate Kid, kicking white diamonds, Wax on Wax off, DAMN MY DIAMONDS SHININ' Pull up in that Gray thang, 28 Asanti's, Fo pockets full cuz Juiceman get dat money, Six cell phones 2 trap spots Bunkin Yung Juiceman blowing pounds of dat FUNKY!
I love you, but I don’t think I can love you anymore
Hook: When I kiss you so good Why would you wanna break up? When this loving is so good Why would you wanna break up? When I hit that so good Why would you wanna break up? When this feeling is so good Why would you wanna break up?
Loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? (Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up?
Verse [Gucci Mane]: Now baby girl have dumped me She no longer wants me I’m no longer higher She says that I’ve been fired on to the next one More fish in the sea Girls are like buses Miss one, next 15 one comin’ Gucci Mane crazy and his ice game stuntin’ Swag so stupid still the bitch straight dumped me Over, no more smokin’ doja Baby girl went AWOL She used to be my soulja
Verse [Mario]: (Don’t) Don’t I lace you with the Gucci? (Don’t) Don’t I deck you in the Louis? (Don’t) Don’t I make your earlobes freeze? (Don’t) Don’t when I dive, I dive deep?
I know I be, gone I know I be, gone I know I be, (flirtin with them girls) I know I be, sayin I’d be right back, but take too long I know I be, saying I be faithful but I don’t I know I be
Making you them promises Then breaking your heart again Telling you she wasn’t who she was Then we arguing, but baby ( I love you )
loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up?
loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up?
You might be familiar, But to me you're a model, Everything that I-I-I ever seen in a model, If you’re leaving baby, don’t leave me till tomorrow Tonight we gon’ get a little tipsy, with a bottle.
You gonna get me up I’ma take them down I’m gonna change my ways We gon’ work it out Girl I wouldn’t be the same if you was with somebody else Girl it wouldn’t be the same if I was with somebody else
I know I made mistakes before, Promise you won’t get hurt no more, I got what you like it, you know Once you lay down , It’s on.
loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up?
loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up?
Verse [Gucci Mane] Why you wanna leave me, You should wanna tease me, Bein icy ain’t easy, I make it look easy, Used to cover your belly Let ya rock Louis Now it's, Fuck shawty I don’t like Gucci (Gucci, Gucci, Gucci)
loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up?
loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up?
So why would you break up, break up,(break up) yeah I’m back baby
I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money)
I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money
I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money)
I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money
Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain
It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool With pool table adjacent, I love me some money
I stash money fast money Comin' on bumpin' them onions Bunking and crossing the country So, so don't cross me you monkey
Sleeping on 50s and 20 Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties Drama and cannon demand it Gucci and Drama they panic Ugh, they sick they vomit
Put some more commas in front of it Drama got Gucci he stuntin' Gucci and Drama we done it We got so much money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy
I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money)
I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money
I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money)
I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money
Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl Money make you famous, money rule the whole world Money set trends, money is in the Benz Money got associates acting like friends
Money, money he owe money money he blow Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles
Only God knows the things I do for money That's a young fly man Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'?
Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love
I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money)
I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money
I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money)
I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money
I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe I'm on my hustle (Man) You already know. I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks
You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh You talking Oz but selling halves Where your connect? How much you got? That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out
I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money)
I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money
I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money)
I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money
[Gucci Mane - Verse 1] Ridiculous, it's hilarious how yo' girl is starin' kid All the flows I carry stickin' It ain't no comparison the clarity is excellent Breitling cost ya budget bitch that's why a nigga flexin' it Coulda bought a mini mansion but I bought a necklace Coulda bought a Bentley but instead I bought a Chevrolet Donk is sittin' ridiculous, thaik I'm hittin' switches bitch Nah them ain't no switches Bitches chrome liftes 26's Trap house with 'bout twenty kitchens Twenty chickens Twenty minutes Twenty chickens Twenty minutes I'ma scratch out every penny Two will make a three and that one will bring an extra twenty I was gettin' it, I admit it But right now I'm extra gettin' it MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble
[Gucci Mane - Chorus] 150 grand on both wrists This shit ridiculous Rims cost a whole chicken This shit ridiculous Chain cost a whole ticket This shit ridiculous Hummer truck on thirty inches This shit ridiculous
[Yo Gotti - Chorus] Sixteen for a whole chicken
This shit ridiculous Powder 'round the whole kitchen This shit ridiculous Watch ya mouth cuz the FEDS listenin' This shit ridiculous Watch ya boy, cuz that nigga's snitchin' This shit ridiculous
[Yo Gotti - Verse 2] New Benz That bitch ridiculous Vitamin Water paint job and I ain't 50 Cent Big Bird yellow D's no Sesame Street Cookie Monster of the hood cuz I love to eat Ridiculous watch Ridiculous chain Ridiculous bitch, cuz she got Ridiculous brain She ridiculous thick I don't remember her name, ridiculous dog got to treat hoes the same I'll take 'em the linens, I'll might buy all purse She gon' fuck all my niggas She gon' ride with that work Ridiculous whip Ridiculous crib Ridiculous life that's just the way that I live You a hater Dick in the ass taker Fake ass gangsta with a fake ass Jacob Moscow nigga look at the shit you make up Cocaine cowboy look at this shit I shake-up
A cocaina cowboy, got ounces in my house boy Bricks stashed in the basement, case a drought I bring 'em out, boy And I wipe you out, boy, without leaving my house, boy Remember that before you open up yo' mouth, boy
Yo' woman give me nice jaw, say that you her boy toy She just give me la choy, treat her like you like her Breaking down ten bails of kush, I think I need a lighter Pulled up in my spiker but rolled off in my spider
Thinking like a miser, I'm acting like a tiger 20 bails and show yo' nigga 850 an hour Gucci Mane and Willie Kid, you silly bitch The stupidest critics try to rate dis shit Affiliate the animal, so icey the cannibal
I pistol whip yo' manager, scratch off in the challenger Vacation in Canada, drop dis shit like dinosaur 40 bones wrapped up wit fruti, all 'em bitches gotta go I stepped up my visuals, mo' diamonds than yo' jeweler hoe Gucci Mane, so Icey got mo' diamonds than a jewelry store Mo' diamonds than a jewelry store Gucci
You talking money niggas, you talking hoes nigga You talking dope nigga, don't want no smoke nigga
I take advantage, make a body vanish Then I vanish in the vanquish, my white boys And Candace got choppas for the low, we moving snow avalanches Never folding like a pamphlet or flaking like it's dandruff
Control like damage, catch me on the yacht Sleeping good on a hammock but hood like a sugar sandwich Put a bandage on my cuts, VVS man I put a bullet in you and man, yeah, yes man
Willie the kid, I'm a decorated soldier And I'm stacking bills like Oldsmo, Vaseline and foldgers Kerosene and loads of brown paper bags Cash Money like it's krogers, hood stock holders
Stashing never visit the banks much I put you niggas in the paint like a paint brush Me and Gucci roll like sushi, bubble like Jacuzzi Closet full of coogi muthafucker
You talking money nigga, you talking hoes nigga You talking dope nigga don't want no smoke nigga
Smoke and worth it fool, keep yo' cool If you do hide yo' plate 'cause we gon' eat yo' food I got some men I swear will come up out the cuts in groups Ain't wearing jerseys but they came out to the courts to shoot
You don't want that smoke, boy, I got that choke smoke Throat hitter shots, you don't believe me nigga watch See that's how niggas die, trying to know who and why [Unverified]
You the reason yo' whole crew got popped Popped the rugger top drove half dis nigga head off His brain sitting 'em like its in a drop I'm riding hollow tips, 'em ain't spinning Daytons
Keep smoke around me like I'm Sammy Davis Kush smoking got a nigga looking half Asian Rolled it up on [unverified] and 20 due in 80 Seem like these niggas hate it since I'm affiliated I throw 'em E's and 'em A's just to initiate it
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